Tall Girlfriend Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

And this idea makes me even angrier. Earlier, I went to my female cousin who checked in at the Grand Hotel owned by James Mondragon. There was a rumor that the owner of the hotel was a rapist so my uncle was worried about the safety of my cousin Tiffany, so he sent me to the Grand Hotel to talk and convince my cousin to move to another hotel. James Mondragon has a powerful backer inside the police department so he always gets away with his case and what happened to his hotel remained rumors.

A massage therapist? “Jayden’s girlfriend?” Another voice scoffed. Alex was sure this one belonged to Britney. “She’s not Jayden’s girlfriend. Besides, that girl has no backbone. What a total loser. If she’s his girlfriend, she doesn’t behave like one. By the way, have you seen her? She’s so plain. Jayden would never date a girl like her. I mean, why would he go for her when he has someone like me? I’m rich, I’m hot, and I’m fun. What more does he want?”

Thick curtains, low lighting, a huge chandelier left unused — rich, but stingy enough to save on electricity. “I have a proposal for you,” he said calmly. My attention snapped back to him. His face was slightly lifted now, but still partly hidden in the shadows. “Proposal?” “Yes.” “What kind of proposal are we talking about?” “Be my girlfriend.” For a second, my brain completely froze — or maybe I just misheard him. “I mean, be my fake girlfriend.” My brows furrowed. Was this man drunk? Why drag me here just to say that? “How much did you drink, mister? You must still be drunk. I don’t even know you, and you’re asking me to be your fake girlfriend? Are you insane?”

"How about you tell me how some random woman walked herself in here?" Her friends got up too, looking me over. A girl with bleached hair sneered. "Viv, is this the freeloader you were talking about? She's back?" "God knows why." Vivienne folded her arms. "Mooched a meal off my boyfriend at the restaurant, got kicked out. Now she's trying to mooch a house." "Listen, lady. Stay away from my boyfriend. Don't think a few years on him gives you any leverage. He's not going to fall for some old trick."

Now i’m too grown for this childish fantasies, just real deals. I agreed because i knew there’s no woman that can keep up with my cold demeanor. The few genuine ones left with a broken heart while the persistent ones got their hearts more damaged, cause I don’t give a fuck. These girls fall in love with every rich guy and any huge cock. I never took them serious. And i know Alexa doest like me either, so i think this would work for the both of us. I usually check up on her every day before going to bed, when i’m sure she’s asleep, just to make sure everything is okay. Don’t think much about it, i care about anyone around me, in a vigilant way though.

“Aren’t you Drew’s girlfriend?” Hannah glanced at me sarcastically. “You actually dare to bring your own father here? Aren’t you afraid of giving him a heart attack?” Then, she walked smugly over to Damon. “Don’t get it wrong. I don’t have a materialistic boyfriend like him. I’m Damon’s fiancee. “Only a poor student keeps chasing after things that don’t belong to him. He bothered me for six years. Now it’s time to teach him a lesson. “By the way, he must’ve taken out a lot of loans over the years, right? You must have worked so hard to pay them off. But I’m not going to be such a fool.”

"I just returned to the country, and I'm already on the forum. Guess my charm is irresistible. But let me warn you all—don't go dumping every bit of blame on me. Those two might not even end up getting married!" After a pause, she continued typing rapidly, "Besides, how am I worse than Ivory? She's totally flat-chested and saggy all over. Who knows? Maybe she's even had a kid. Meanwhile, I've got a hot body, a car, and a house. In the dating scene, I absolutely crush her, okay? "Just yesterday, a matchmaking agency contacted me and said they've arranged over ten blind dates for me this Saturday. They're practically begging me to show up. So, don't think I'm competing with other women. When o

In the car, Skye's face was still flushed. I leaned closer. "Skye, why are you so red?" She shot me a soft glare, lips pursed, not speaking. My heart softened. I couldn't help but kiss her again. "Skye, I know how you feel. Be my girlfriend." Her lips parted slightly, and tears fell instantly. Skye's family might not be a match for mine, but she was still a wealthy heiress. Yet, she chose to work as my secretary all these years. I had always known.

That final comment hit a raw nerve with Roxanne. She screamed hysterically, "No! I love Nathan! We were together for nine years! Everything that happened in the past year was just a silly mistake!" However, the crowd scoffed. No one believed her. "So what if we were together for nine years? That's nowhere near enough to compete with your beloved guy best friend," I remarked. "You simply liked flirting with him while keeping me on the hook. You wanted to have your cake and eat it too."

The offer of money for payment to pose as his girlfriend—with the possibility of doing what girlfriends and boyfriends do behind a closed door and most of all, the possibility of a marriage contract should they had to—was like a splash of cold water to the face. And that was the reason behind the exorbitant fee he was offering me. That wasn’t even the end of it. The fees mentioned were just for the girlfriend job. There’s going to be a million US dollars for the marriage contact, subject to change depending on what difficulties we might find hard to work out if we do get married. “You are not being paid to prostitute yourself, Gia,” he said last night in a somber tone, though it still had me